Chasing Her Curves

Nate’s words might have been confusing, but his kiss certainly wasn’t. I felt more passion and desire from his lips than I had ever felt from anyone else. He wrapped his arms around me and continued to twist his lips against mine. Fireworks went off in my head as he formed a perfect seal and started to crush my lips beneath his. His tongue ravaged my mouth and I wanted more. It made the butterfly that had formed in my stomach the night before when we danced start doing somersaults. It made my pulse race and my heart thump against my chest so hard it felt like it was going to burst. By the time he finally pulled away, I was struggling to breathe and practically saw stars.

I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life.

“What if she’s wrong?” I blinked a couple of times as I stared at him. “What if this is the only ripple I’m interested in?”

“Then I guess I have to kiss you again.” His lip turned to a half-smile and he took my hand.

Our second kiss was just as explosive as the first. It was more than just attraction. It felt like the moment I had dreamed about my entire life. I always w

ondered what it felt like to be swept off my feet—to fall for someone so fast that it took my breath away. I lost focus on the future. The things he had said to me were just background noise in the magic of our embrace. All I cared about was Nate and the moment we were in. It could create as many ripples as it wanted to make, but all I cared about was the man that was devouring my passion with his hungry lips. He came back to Bakersfield for one reason—me. That was the only thing that truly mattered.

“Would you like to come back to my hotel and have a couple of drinks with me?” He pulled back from our second kiss and stared into my eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded slowly. “I would like that very much.”

There was no hidden innuendo in what he said. I knew exactly what it meant. Our date was going to go a lot further than a kiss and the pounding in my chest begged me to give in to what I desired. No man had ever tempted me like Nate. I had been on plenty of dates that didn’t end with a kiss and none of them had gone further than that. I had always been nervous about having sex with someone. As I got older, it created a barrier for me. I wanted my first time to be special and the endless cycle of first dates never offered that.

This feels different—this feels real.

We kissed in the elevator as soon as the doors closed. Our lips didn’t separate until we reached his floor. My heart was still pounding in my chest when he unlocked his hotel room and we walked inside. The only thing he had to drink was whiskey, but after everything he said to me, I felt like I needed a strong drink. I sipped it as I walked into the main part of the hotel room. He sat down in the only chair so I sat down on the edge of the bed facing him. His eyes were still focused with the same intensity I saw at the moonlight. There was no doubt that he wanted me. The butterfly in my stomach was still flapping, but it was being silenced by the burning desire that was raging inside my body.

“You’re not going to disappear on me again, are you?” I sipped my drink and stared at him.

“No. I don’t make the same mistake twice.” He shook his head back and forth.

“You should know, before this goes any further, that I’ve never been with anyone before.” I took another drink, feeling nervous as soon as the words left my lips.

“Then I guess you were waiting on me too.” He smiled. “Even if you didn’t know it. I think we’ve both waited long enough, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded apprehensively and bit down on my bottom lip.

Nate put his drink down and stood. I looked up as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. He took my drink from my hand and turned to put it on the table next to the bed. As soon as he turned back, I started kissing him. I had no idea what came over me. I had never been the one to initiate a kiss before. It felt like there was a powerful force I didn’t understand pulling us together. I didn’t know if it was love, lust, or something in between, but the fire inside me begged for his touch. His hands started to explore my body as we kissed. He squeezed my breasts and then started to unzip my dress. He slowly pulled it off my shoulders, unsnapped my bra, and pushed me back towards the mattress. He pulled away from my lips and started kissing my neck, moving up towards my ears.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. The girl I fell for all those years ago has become the most gorgeous woman in the world.” His lips lightly nibbled on my earlobes and sent shivers down my spine.

“That’s a bit of a stretch.” I let out a gasp as his lips continued to tease my flesh.

“Not at all.” He squeezed my breasts and then pulled my bra away to expose my nipples. “Why do you think I was so nervous about talking to you back then? You weren’t just some fantasy—you were perfection personified.”

There wasn’t a hint of sugar-coating in Nate’s voice. He had been so open and honest with me that I believed every word he said. I might not have believed that I was beautiful, but he thought I was. I certainly wasn’t perfection personified, but in his arms, I felt like I was. Nate’s lips moved back down my neck and then he started kissing my breasts. His tongue swirled around my nipples and they became hard nubs underneath his lips. His hands held onto my dress and each time he went lower, it slid further down my body. He kissed my abdomen, circled my belly button, and then started to pull it past my hips.

“So you’re telling me.” He kissed along the edge of my panties and then traced down to my pussy. “That no man has ever taken these off, worshiped your body with his tongue, and made you quiver?”

“No.” I shook my head back and forth as I felt my muscles tensing up.

“You’ve lived the last six years surrounded by fools.” He gripped the seam of my panties with his hands. “I’m going to show you how a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be treated.”

Nate pulled my panties down my thighs and I let them fall onto the floor. He crawled between my legs and started kissing each of my inner thighs with the same passion I had felt his lips on mine. I felt nervous and exposed, but I felt safe. I was already wet even before his tongue slowly moved towards my labia. His lips traced the perimeter of my pussy and his tongue flicked against the hood that covered my clitoris. Goosebumps erupted across my body. He lifted my legs slightly and moved his tongue along my labia. I felt him start to push inside me and my eyes practically rolled back into my skull. He gave me a few gentle thrusts until I felt his tongue against my hymen. He caressed it for a couple of seconds and then started working his tongue back up my labia, pushing the hood away from my clitoris.

“You should feel this kind of pleasure every day of your life. It’s what you deserve.” He flicked his tongue against my clitoris.

“Oh god…” I moaned and squeezed the bedspread in my hands.

The whole idea of pleasure and sex had been such a foreign concept in my life. When I felt especially horny, I took care of myself in my bedroom underneath the sheets. It was easier in college, especially when my roommate was away for the weekend and I had our dorm room to myself. I had learned what felt good, how to cum quickly, and how to prolong it if necessary. I never imagined how different it would be with someone else controlling the pace. When I felt something I liked normally, I could explore that feeling until it was too much and I had to back off, or it took me straight to an orgasm.

His tongue is setting my body on fire.

Nate’s tongue moved along my clitoris and he pushed his thumb into my pussy until it was against my hymen. His thumb started moving in unison with his tongue, making me squirm with excitement. It was like having my body firing on all cylinders at once, begging for more while wanting the feeling to last forever. The dual stimulation made my body tense up and pressure began to build up inside me. It was different than what I felt when I pleasured myself. It built faster than I had ever been able to do on my own, but once the pressure reached the peak, it just stayed there like a tight ball in my abdomen. It needed to be released, but every second that went by without the climax I craved only made it more intense. My head spun with pleasure and I started to breathe really fast.